Him

just rambles

I want to be wrapped in his arms on a warm summer night,

His white cotton and polyester blended sheets are intertwined between our legs. 

The distressed window is cracked, and beams of the morning sun penetrate onto our skin 

Slowly our eyelids start to separate making everything seem as if its in the shape of a waining gibbous 

Our skins is pale, and relaxed and our breathing is calm and steady. 

-All that I have said above has been paraphrased time after time but I want nothing more than to be something he desires 

Someone he wants to spend those kinds of moments with,

what never seems to be written is what happens after you and him wake up.-  

Once we gain enough energy embark on the day that lies ahead of us, I want to throw on one of his baby blue oxford buttons downs that hangs low on me.

I want to sit on the island counter, in his big farm-house styled kitchen, with my legs criss-crossed, mixing pancake batter and listening to him hum as he flips through the sunday morning paper. 

I have a vehement urge to be paralyzed by his words, he speaks in a way that the combination of sycophantic sentences leaves me in a daze  

Im in love with his constant need for cogency and the way he isn't afraid to yield to the ridicules of others. 
He is harsh to the rest of the world, but he provides solace and clemency to me. 

However I am just a lovestruck girl, who hates not being what he looks forward to most

I am strangled by the dearth in uniqueness that will arouse him .

I am left with a mere physical attraction that will soon mean nothing

But a sense of hope tingles low in my heart and i pray for his love each night in and night out.